The Nightmare

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!!!Tw mentions of abuse and sh!!!

Russia's P.O.V.

I turned my head slowly.

"Brother?" He asked a little shaky with his voice. Ukraine, was standing there with teary eyes. "How could you? You did it. You. You. You. You! NO. No no no no no no
..... YOU PROMISED TO PROTECT ME." He whispered but then started to yell.He wouldn't stop yelling.

I just franticly apologizing. I didn't want to hurt him. It was a mistake.

I closed my eyes a little and opened them again to see the ruins after the war. Dead body's laying around. I then saw something brutal and mentaly crushing.

(GORE WARNING)

A tank drove up ignoring me are strode to the fallen body's. It was huge and menacing. It was beside the body's and suddenly it started driving onto the body's. A very audible crunch was heard, it lasted too long.

As if it wasn't bad enough, blood splattered everywhere, drowning my feet in dark red blood.

( I saw this in a war movie. Scared me for life.)

I couldn't close my eyes. A ear piercing scream was heard under the tank. Someone was still alive.

I woke up with cold sweat. I was terrified to fall back asleep. I looked at the clock. It was dimly lit an it said 2:04 p.m. It was still not late enough to be night, not even the evening. This was terrifying. This was the worst, thanks to it, I started to remember other bad stuff. I didn't eat in a while. I considered eating in my room, but I didn't have any food in here.

I stood up and limped through the door, trying to not make any sound to not bother anyone.

I dragged my body weight down the stairs and into the kitchen where I was greeted by a stone floor, a sink a island, and tons of appliances. I dont know how to use a dishwasher... I just wash plates with my hands. I'm not going to get into this mess.

I started raiding the cabinets, checking if there was any food. They had a reason to have so many cabinets. They were filled to the brim with snacks.

I opened one by one, remembering each placement of snack.

I then opened the last cabinet and found Russian snacks, like kinders and barny bears.

( I actually used to eat this in Ukraine when I lived there.)

I took out one of the kinders and started unwrapping them. I sat at the table that was farther on the left of the kitchen.

I was almost finished with the kinder, when it seems that America seemed to walk down the stairs.

He was not in his uniform but in normal clothes. He was wearing jeans, a black shirt with with NATO written on it. He was a little surprised when he saw me, still in a suit and eating a kinder, with a little plastic container in my hand.

"You're awake? I thought you'd sleep through the whole day." He said walking into the kitchen.

I just mumbled svinya (pig). He seemed to hear me mumble something, but didn't put too much mind into it. He reached into a cabinet looking for some snack. But when he turned back to me I was already on the stairs, walking back into my room. If I can, I like to keep the contact to minimum.

I was in my room when I looked at the bright orange sun.

(Btw the design of his room I on top of his chapter)

It was getting closer and closer to the ground, in the end blocking it's beauty.

I noticed I still was in this дуратском (stupid) suite. It was a good suit, but not to sleep in it. I walked up to the closet, sliding the door, and glanced at the clothes I had. I chose a grey t-shirt with a pair shorts. It was good enough for sleep.

I then undressed carefully from the suite trying not to rip anything on accident.Ill probably have ot remade to fit me more. I then took the clothes and slung it over my arm and walked to the bathroom.

I unraveled the cloth releasing the tightness on my shoulders and arms. My arm and shoulder were in a really bad condition. Not only filled with small rashes and gashes but with huge bruises too. All the bruises were from dad, but he didnt leave any cuts. It was me.

I took the bandages and rolled them up. I got dressed and noticed that the t-shirt I chose wasnt good at covering anything. I just sigh because of my own stupidity. I get tired of myself pretty easily.

I walked back to the room and the bed and laying down on the bed, making sure my shoulders were in a comfortable position, and weren't as sore.

I laid there, counting the ticks from the clock and soon I fell asleep.

America's P.O.V.

It's been a while since the meeting and I was kinda hungry. I knew they had snacks down stairs. Japan already told me. I checked the cabinets. I walked down the stairs. When I turned around and walked down to the living room area, there was Russia eating a kinder egg. I was surprised that he was in his suite, still, and was eating downstairs.

I just said.

"You are awake? I thought you'd sleep through the whole day." He just ignored it and when i was in the kitchen he mumbled something, I didn't put too much mind into it. I reach into a cabinet looking for pocky. When I found it I turned around and saw no one. He must of already gone upstairs. Man that's creepy, I didnt even hear him.

Once I finished eating pocky I took the box threw it away and sat down again watching tv. It was so hypnotic to watch tv you can't just stop. It has been a few hours, and it was about 9:30. I was getting bored, I was slowly falling asleep, but catching myself every time. Until one time it took me over completely making me feel sweet dreams.

Russia's P.O.V.

I was woken up once again. Dang it, my sleep schedule is cruel. I stood up, when I heard the tv still vcloochen (on). I looked at the time it said 11:01.

I walked down, to turn off the tv. And saw America sleeping. His head was rolled back and he was drooling a little. I turned the tv off, and I couldn't help but to pick him up. I took him up to his room and put him on his bed. He was surprisingly light, like unhealthy light. I'll think about that layer. I don't mind doing good things for people, I just don't want them to see I did the good things. I barely limped up with him on my shoulders and back. It hurt a lot.

I left him on his bed and them went back to bed trying to fall asleep again.

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